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Mack 10 nutty as they come leave 'em face down and numb from the waist down It's a Sunday a gun day rollin' down a one way in my 'lac front and back over train tracks On yak and herb nigga swerve it get's on my nerves banked my Danas on the curb In the gutta lane I'm butta man Foot to the flo' what you want from the sto' I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker Fool I'ma vet you can bet that I can dance underwater and not get wet It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap everybody run when I bust a cap puttin' Inglewood up on the map look at what I do when I pull my strap Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down Chorus Foe life foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes (Repeat) Verse 2 Khacki suit ski mask is my attire with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire Fool where ya keep the rims and tires 'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers Didn't think about the Rottweiler a lot of stiches in the ass blood in the Impala Sittin' in the County with a gold record Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked caught with a contraband in my hand Mack 10 take the stand your Honor I'ma changed man so please let me go so I can flow Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go and if he say no I'ma have to say bitch get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough 'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl Chorus Verse 3 Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof yarned up in his birthday suit (Mack 10 to the rescue) my momma wanna know why I do what I do 'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly fool you can die There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on and I'm at home sewing stripes on Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway 'bout to buck you down with this throw away with no serial number it's the summer where niggas die It's hotter than July You better stay low fo' you get a halo plus wings and a gown when I come around So take 10 paces and try to guess the color of my shoelaces Chorus with ad libs 'til end |
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You can hear it bumpin' through the door, There's a party jumpin' on the floor, And the way it soundin' there is no doubt, That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh. Verse 1: It's all gravy, petty cash never phase me So pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze me I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy Pork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazy Glock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!) And she wont be happy till she lays me No! you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me My names walkin like a street king Cuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-bling A whole lot of haters out there I see But I flip em all of and keep doin' my thing I'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swing Rocked out from my ear down to my pinky ring Now ding-ding let the bell ring and if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing Chorus Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoes No names, cuz this is addressed to all the haters From the wood there is none greater Mack the headlinin' and y'all just spectators Remember the "Fo' Life?" i put the 'wood in it And looked out for you when your own hood didn't And plus you forgot who was payin' yo bills Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal For me y'all be piddly rhymin You got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin' Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em And yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottles I play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g's And i got one word to say What Please? Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wing And all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing Chorus Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life Verse 3 Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the Bentley The lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me? That smile on yo face, and act so friendly Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy Say Bro? What kind of the game is that? You got ways of a dame and how lame is that? Act like a groupie around strange cats And its strange, you don't have any shame in that I got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin' You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin' Get through by punches, no name and tippin' Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin' Stay real about my screel if you know what I mean I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green Avoid the haters, and before the party sing Cop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing Chorus x2 Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo life And i don't quit Take a picture trick Yeah, Take a picture trick It might make you rich Westside Riders! Baby! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh.... |
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(feat. Tha Dogg Pound)
(Blaze up) [Oh yeah] World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop [Sucka] [Nothin but the cavi] Hey, Daz [Sup] Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Ridin-ass young nigga Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin Chorus: Mack 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt [] Fuck you over there (Party over here) [And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near] Cause niggas like us do platnium every year (And if I ruled this sphere) [Your shit'd disappear] Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be goddamned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's succesful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Ya'll don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailin hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash When you're in the neigborhood of assassins What you say? Chorus Outro: Dat Nigga Daz, Mack 10 () What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long " " When you wake up in the morining And you start to yawn " " All day night, and all night long " " C'mon, C'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Wesssydeee, Biatch) Death Row |
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[Mack 10]
Am I a hustla? (Yeah!) Say what (Oh yeah!) Yeah (Yeah!) (Yeah!) Well this must be the hustlas anthem (Yeah!) Who bangin' [Verse 1: Mack 10] If it start off soft I can turn it to hard Then hit the boulevard then drop top with a broad I walk the green impart and push fast cars With a fetish for bank wads and cuban cigars Yo! peep the way I do it I'm young, fly and flashy I'm so well laced, so hood and so classy You looking fo that good stuff don't hesitate to ask me Bet I got what you need, so be sure to run it past me But just in case its on keep the blue steel in chrome The homies hop in and roam with khaki suits on And be real with it holmes these rap dudes is clones Mess around with Mack dime and for sho it be on As for my resume respect it or be sure to check it I got a batch of that aqua that sure to get you naked So play your cards right and win before you deck it When I heard this beat knockin fo sho I had to wreck it, come on [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Disrespect, get checked Snatch you up by yo neck Young money tryin to be the man to quick Nigga this ain't checkers this a game of chess Why do I do it like this? cause you like it like this Talk a lot of shit cause I do it the best Some of y'all don't like me but you give me respect When I'm lyin in a grave I guess I'll give it a rest Why do I do it like this? cause you like it like this [Verse 2: Mack 10] I got a large clientele for whatever I sell I don't guess the weight, I tell with a digital scale I got money tucked for bail but before I see a jail I'm a change clothes and roll like J and Pharrell I like to switch up my game and rotate my pros Park the GT bentley and pull out the Phantom Rolls And I pack the kind of heat that you can't expose So my stash box is closed with fo fos and calicos Cause your boy 1 - 0 is ever so gun ho No scope, I get up close, my vision tunnel Got that white by the bricks and brown by the bun door Wit a crew of broads working its never just one hoe, (Oh no) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mack 10] (Repeat 2x) I know you like it like this Like I said, if it ain't ready I could rock it like this Fo sho, I'm a have the hood poppin like this Mack 10 got that bomb heat droppin like this [Chorus] (Yeah!) Am I a hustla? (Yeah!) Am I a hustla? (Yeah!) Ha, ha, ha (Oh yeah!) Nate dogg (Yeah!) Rook, you still there homie? (Yeah!) Mack 1 - 0 (Yeah!) |
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[Mack 10]
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's Go fast ballers, bangin six gears Three time felons with the tattooed tears For all the homies out there that cook it up good Distributin so up they project a neighborhood Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers Puttin down thousands till there ain't nothin left Cause real street riders, let em roll to the death I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted It's the Y2K and i'm still khacki-suited, what you thought? [Chorus: Mack 10] From the streets, from the streets, from the streets Tell em where I'm from! From the streets I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come [Mack 10] I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise For haters that resent me, they jealous evidently Cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill I was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for real So check my resume and tell me what it say I'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g. Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TV Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one When you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it done Now who wanna test and try push around Mack Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?? [Chorus x2] [Mack 10] Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss See I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kids If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh Killas on my payroll's a chain of command But my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, ha I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin Every room in my house stay flooded with heat Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street Ain't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respected I'm Hoo-Bangin now but i'm still well connected, you know?? [Chorus x2] [vocoder outro] From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo From the streets.. |
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[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go) Chorus: Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on) Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya) Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk Gangstas with rules Cause youse the niggaz with no rules ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda I negotiate Mack is the shooter You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney We break breads with accountants and attorneys Currency never worry me (never) Who's got the balls to murder me Degree higher than a 33 Tell em what you drank (Hennessy) Never tell em what you thinkin Never tell em where the body stankin Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin Hope your man come with the ransom Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him Chorus [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud) where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it) I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun So I put him on a move that I know about Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out) Money made, plug a playa in the game Especially when he represent the same thing I claim Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real) Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar Chorus [Mack 10] What have we a house full of cavi (no stress) Well known ridas from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin Now how did that happen it's all good (fool) So peep game If you could Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise Two well known enemies now becoming allies In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang Chorus [Ice Cube] There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again Nigga we make and spend nigga and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom |
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featuring Gerald Levert
[Mack 10] This song is dedicated to all the up and coming rappers singers hustlers actors Whatever you may be remember: without no struggle you get no progress So keep grindin keep on mashin get yours Chorus: Gerald Levert You're nothin far from comin up (keep on) Money's just a touch away (keep on) So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on) There'll always be another day (keep on) [Mack 10] And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed Starvin and sufferin from mental stress Now a true center to the game of beginner but hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin On the 211 mission just to pay tuition For my kids I got to grind and develop street saavy Servin stress cause I just ain't got enough to cop cavi But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices say, "Mack" Chorus [Mack 10] Now I'm new to the scene, H as in Hard, N as in Nympho So like EPMD, could you _Please Listen to My Demo?_ I left the local crew, felt like I was the man In popular demand and now ready for SoundScan So I searched for a deal with no luck I kept rappin Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin wrong! Just have faith in God and keep your hustle goin strong Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close Remember good things come to those who want it most" So I never left the house, without my rap book Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook First they said I was cool, but then started to doubt me Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me Partna said I wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what? As I was leavin, I could hear voices say, "Mack" Chorus [Mack 10] Now the tables turned, but I remember they used to clown me The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me So call every publication, Billboard and the editor and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin on _The Predator_ I got the Midas touch, now everything be the bomb Hooked up with The Don, now made a few mill-ion I don't bang I write the good rhymes, you know about mines Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef Cause now I get down with the North South and the East I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now Hoo Bangin' is official and I remember they used to say, "Mack" Chorus [Levert] Money's just a touch, just a simple touch Money's just a touch away.. Money's just a touch, just a simple touch Money's just a touch away.. [Mack 10] Man I knew I was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me YaknowhatI'msayin? Clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what? Hahahaha |
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When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it Summertime just ain't known for the weather It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together 13 to 14 7's can't miss But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist Chevy trucks and 'em El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ?????? All day long Gold or all chrome it's on You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em but they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs Get the hammer Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit Front back side to side and three wheel shit Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol' Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado in that surplus gear like the G of the year Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin' Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it Lick it once lick it twice as nice when I hang it on them thangs D's I'm on 'em Killas |
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Do the damn thang! Ya dun-da-dunts! ..
[repeat ";Do the damn thang"; in background of intro] [talking] In the west, they do the damn thang.. In the east, they do the damn thang.. In the south, they do the damn thang.. In the north, they do the damn thang.. The whole world, do the damn thang.. [Mack 10] I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang And of course I'ma Inglewood swang (swang..) Off the top - fuck cops! Rollin through the hood in an ol' school drop Six fo's - pimp those Hoes after shows with the SWAT meet cothes Low-ride - Wessyde! And all bitch-ass niggaz betta hide Big wheels - ex-peels I sign nuttin but eight-figure deals Shoot blocks - sell rocks Mack 10 got the block on lock (do the damn thang) Crack bitches - get riches Stay gangsta and FUCK all snitchas Bust nines - flatlines Killa Cali riders and gang signs [Chorus] Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wh-wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching* [Mack 10] Long braids - bandanas (long braids) Three mil' on a house in Atlanta (hot man) Test coupes - triple beams And keep work for the neighborhood fiends Starched khakis - red chucks (get your walk on) Red everythang, cars and trucks (gon' do it like that?) Yes y'all and - big ballin Shut the town down nigga, shot callin Fo' life - with stripes (AH-HA!) CMR keep it crackin all night (see that) Dominoes - dice games G'd up and I got hood fame Westside - platinum chai |
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Quielty I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk Approach with my gun in a 2 one one As I sickum lay my victum may I lickum All action stop nobody move no pop As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt Keep it sound put it down my way Protected by an A.K. as I search for my pray Through the geto hit the peddle every corner I'm torning Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga Till we meet I stash my heat Neet in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage Lookin for the cabbage Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sack And I shake it blessed with the game To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga [Ice Cube] I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga "Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker" [Mack 10] On a late night creep the hawk sours on a mission Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens 36 zones in each sack to be exact Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack As he put it down out of control with the cavey Got Benzos on the grass twistin front and back cadeys Capacino sted of coffe moet No more rossie rolex diamonds all glossy Glossy Mr. Flossy sewed up the block keys to double up rock I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me Shoot strate never hesitate fools cooperate Or I dag un tagum body bagum with my magnum Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk Interlude: [Man] Allo [Mack 10] Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker [Girl] Fuck this nigga don't give any shit [Mack 10] Bitch shut the fuck up right now [Mack 10] On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed foe the type a fool That ah hoo ride when he doo ride I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes Bitches I mackum down flagum down they pull over Fill lucky as a fowe leaf clover in a Range Rover They never know its the hawk his self My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchen Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens [Ice Cube] I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga Foe life *Ring* [Man] Allo? [Mack 10] Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man Aw motherfuckin' Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch Well listen to this motherfucker Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa *Gun shots* *Clik-clak* *Hang up |
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[Ice Cube]
Tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend [Mack 10] Yo, I'm looking for tha weekend The weed got me tweaking Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking I make the kind of shit that get a freak hoe freaking So pump the bass and check my mic level when I'm speaking And to you haters out there I see you peeking So I keep a glock and leave your punk ass leaking I hear you creeping, even when you're sneaking Gimme a reason, if it's on then I'm squeezing It's tha weekend! [Techniec] In the streets, ain't enough ghetto for me So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me Don't hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble Only time you seeing Tech is when I'm causing trouble Weekend, get my cheque, I'm flossing double Out the house, running game like I'm off the huddle Wonder how tough my ride? Man, niggers cuff they bride And come home from work three, stuck outside Chorus: [Ice Cube] It's tha weekend This gat got you leaking For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin [Mack 10] I'm a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I'm leaving |
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We got bitches on the left, Niggas on the right Bitches wanna fuck, Niggas wanna fight Do what you gotta do, Nigga keep it tight But make um understand Its Westside foe Life X rated Americans most faded, Bitch plated niggas in the industry Got it in for me, but i kick back nigga life is short, And you don't wanna get put on life support We wake up early,you aint worthy and got the killas on deck So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic you wanna squab, Im too rich to fight Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss Infamous when you aint kin to us Abuse with Crips and Bloods, on the loose Killa Cali all we need is an excuse Chorus Just remember you niggas that want me to timber I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of December Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean so pass the vaseline hit the supa green shott the M1 carbeam It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team It looks like you need protection, From the Westside Connection Punk the world aint yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores Chorus Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit Lyin on which rich nigga done hit How many dicks did you have stuck in you The topic is always whose fuckin who Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose Always seem to fuck the rich bros A word to your females consumer You given all the playas tumors With your hood rat rumors Just because you gettin your hair cut Dont you got to spill yo guts and lie on my nuts Chorus |
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Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht? MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon Verse 1: Mack 10 I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat got turned out early by them scandliss freaks addicted to crime so I stay in the mix with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger" I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?" I can't switch over night and be good and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated and here's the extra clip incase you might need it" get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on Chorus: Ride for me, I'ma ride for you you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best nobody rides like these killas from the west Ride for me, I'ma ride for you you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best nobody rides like these killas from the west Verse 2: Eazy E 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a Tech 9, plus a A-K 47 send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven peep, nigga I don't sleep bury muthafuckas in the concrete you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe Chorus Verse 3: MC Eiht Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip slick, but not like Rick, the gang story G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath slang strike to make money, now aint that simple? that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo keep the calico with extra ammo so and so gets blasted, to the casket never seen these westside G's face, we masked it ya'll best be defeat and be discreet catch the hot heat from across the street take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy Chorus Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house (yeah, Hoo-Bang one time) yeah, ha (Hoo-Bang two times) rest in peace Eazy E (the hiphop thugsta) (yeah) fa sho (Mack Dime) come on, ugh (all day baby, all day baby) WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh |
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She wants me to break it half
So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty Her brothas want jump me But but motherfuck a lil trick She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat Big booty but no cellulete I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit Fuck it like rabbit Wanna make it holla Oh what the hell Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel Cause in the hood thats the best a nigga get Small room smelling like cigarettes Look girl it's a bed and builing So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi Chorus: *Woman moans* (Mozi-Wozi) Mack 10 bitch (Niggaz make a children) Foe life (Bitch I'll be there) You got damn right (If it cares to trip 'em) Before we get busy go and take a shower But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes And break that back down Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya But I hope I don't catch the vapors Cause funky ass cock is a turn off It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce >From New Yor City ("New York City") You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest And now we getting complaints from the front desk At my door just to get a peek freak Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi Bridge: [Mack 10] X4 *Woman moans* I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint Ass up face down Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin' Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching See a motel bed can take a pounce When you give it more bounce to the ounce And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin' But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin' The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty And you got till about 12:30 To have yo ass out But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out Cause before I can finish this rhymes You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time Chorus Bitch so don't even trip (Mozi-Wozi) Bridge X2 Bitch Let's go... |
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